Ahhh, don't you just love it when a customers argument is crushed beyond all repair?
As usual, it all starts with a customer coming up to the bar. She was a chav, looked about sixteen and probably had about six kids. The conversation went exactly like his.
SC: *sounding like her mouth is filled with chewing gum* 'Eeeere, can I 'ave a pint 'a cider please love?
Me: OK, but can I see some I.D first please?
SC: Hahahahaha! You're so cute love! I've not been asked since I were about 'ifteen!
Me: Ok, so you don't have any?
SC: No, but I can go get me mam, she'll tell yer that am eighteen!
Me: I'm afraid I can't take anyones word for it.
SC: But am eighteen! I've told yer how old I am!
Me: Yes, but I need proof.
SC: Yer don't! Yer only need to know ma age! And I've told yet it!
Me: Sorry, I can't serve you.
SC: I 'AVE RIGHTS YER KNOW!
Me: So do I. The right to refuse service.
SC: Yer, yer....yer a bastard!
She scuttled off.
I should also point out, she had pigtails, was caked in makeup, and was sucking on a lollipop while this was going on.
As usual, it all starts with a customer coming up to the bar. She was a chav, looked about sixteen and probably had about six kids. The conversation went exactly like his.
SC: *sounding like her mouth is filled with chewing gum* 'Eeeere, can I 'ave a pint 'a cider please love?
Me: OK, but can I see some I.D first please?
SC: Hahahahaha! You're so cute love! I've not been asked since I were about 'ifteen!
Me: Ok, so you don't have any?
SC: No, but I can go get me mam, she'll tell yer that am eighteen!
Me: I'm afraid I can't take anyones word for it.
SC: But am eighteen! I've told yer how old I am!
Me: Yes, but I need proof.
SC: Yer don't! Yer only need to know ma age! And I've told yet it!
Me: Sorry, I can't serve you.
SC: I 'AVE RIGHTS YER KNOW!
Me: So do I. The right to refuse service.
SC: Yer, yer....yer a bastard!
She scuttled off.
I should also point out, she had pigtails, was caked in makeup, and was sucking on a lollipop while this was going on.
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